After a nice, long look, I moved her to the futon, laying her on her back, then duct taping her hands and feet to the corners. I examined her further,...taking her looks in deep. A perfect, shaved pussy was the center piece. "Now, what would a good little christian girl like you need to shave your twat for?" I asked her, but she was still out like a light. Taking advantage of that, I put some tape over her mouth too, and then sat to wait for the cunt to wake up. Half an hour later she awoke, and. That seemed fine, but the idea of sex with the man who’d just paid her was mildly repulsive. She didn’t know either of them terribly well, and the man hadn’t seemed like a bad sort. Why were they so different in her head? She’d put so much time into learning to diagnose motives. It rankled her to feel conflicted about her own. She’d have to think on it later.Tonya tucked the coins away into her purse. “Should I get dressed, or are we going to be doing that again?”“I think I am done for the. ....................Oh fuck, I can take any common place scene and fantasize it into an all-out orgy fuckfest! Even at the library. I love the library. The musky smell of old leather, of dirty old manuscripts, the secretive words of masters of literature, written one way but with secretive meanings entirely different to its content....I love to sit at a library table and stretch my legs out while reading and playing pocket pool in my panties under my loose slacks, wondering anyone is. Slowly you opened to me and I moved my tongue as far into your asshole as I could, feeling it pucker and grip, while adding a second finger to plunge into your hot, wet pussy. I plunged my tongue in and out of your ass while my fingers did the same to your hot pussy. I feel your pussy juices dripping down to my fingers and hand, running down my forearm. You squealed as you took my tongue up your asshole, grinding at my face, but in a way that helped my tongue fuck your asshole. You felt your.